Pfunksfoolosophy

I have a friend who is not necesarily close but we talk periodically and I like her well enough. Anyway we were talking about our lives and catching up when I decided to tell her something that I thought was kinda cool but freaky.
One of my friends (a person with whom I’ve not been in contact in about 6 years) is a transexual. Well, it’s not a full blown job, she’s still got her toolbox, if you will…anyway, this friend is now one of the top porn stars…for trannies.

While I understand that it’s not necesarily something to be proud of, I was really shocked at my friend’s reaction when I told her.

“TMI. Eeeew! How could you know someone like that?”
Now, I didn’t describe the sex acts to her and quite frankly, I am too immature to even watch porn, so I couldn’t  understand her reaction.

What does she mean ’someone like that’?
The porn star was someone I’d known when I lived in California. She’s absolutely breathtakingly beautiful with a gorgeous figure. She  used my breasts for her template and thankfully didn’t opt for their  enormity. I don’t know. I thought she was funny and sweet and never really thought about her sex life or her sex organs. I mean, one of my friends even knew her when she was called John. She’s a great gal and was always supportive of my dreams and endeavors–she even brought some of her dates to my shows.
So, when I heard, ‘Too much information’ I was floored.  Am I an idiot for being friends with someone who is successful?  OR am I an idiot for being friends with someone so narrowminded that she’s repulsed by another human being?
I didn’t want to mention this, but the repulsed individual was something of a penis holster back in school and now she’s Mother Teresa. TMI, inDEED.

Go figure. As my Mom would say…Some people’s children.

My grandson, ‘Pooper’ as I call him, is 2 and a half. He’s a genius. I know this because he has charmed every single person with whom he has come in contact. How does he do it? The kid is a crack up. He’s also very kinetic. He’s a bundle of energy, he’s graceful and athletic and he’s smart as hell.

He’s also really, really funny. The other day his mom was speaking with my mom and Pooper held  his hand up as if to say ‘talk to the hand’ and said, ‘Ssssh! I’m talking to Yaya!’ That’s his name for my mom. He then began a discussion about ‘bean beans’ (green beans) and his pal Elmo. (Mehmo) Mom barely concealed her laughter as she retold the story to me on the phone. I could hear him in the background telling her that he NEEDED her to help him with the DVD player. THEN I heard him jump from the couch to the easy chair. He thinks he’s a gymnast. He’s already 39 inches tall. Much taller than any gymnast I know of…aw, that was mean.
Another time, his mom was baking peanut butter blossoms (a family tradition) and she asked him if she should unwrap all of the Hershey’s kisses first or wait and he tapped his little chin with his forefinger and said, ‘I’m thiiinking’  then held up his forefinger and shouted, ‘I GOT IT!’ He began unwrapping the candy merrily and his mom stood there like a doofus. She called me about two minutes later. I could hear him shouting, “I GOT IT MOMMY! LET’S GO!”
The kid is killer, I tell you…he tells knock knock jokes. Okay, so I don’t get ‘em, but he’s only 2 1/2.

Knock knock

Who’s there?

Jeremiah.

Jeremiah who?
THAT’S ME!

He doesn’t really have the subtle nuances of the knock knock format, but he’s thinking…

I think he gets his  height from me. His mom is short as hell.  He’s already just about half her height now.
Pray he’s good at basketball.